Friends fatale.
Lady L,
I have a problem. I don't need your book, I need a gun. I have been simmering in a rage about my marriage. My husband has befriended this guy from work who is a real "piece of work". I have told my husband many times that I know of his sort. He is a liar, a cheater and an idiot. He is handsome, and just can't grow up. He's sucking my husband into all sorts of "fun" that I can see will lead to nothing but misery. I know my husband loves me, but I can see the lights of a freight train coming down the tracks toward our marriage.
That's not the only problem. His possesive and thoroughly psycho girlfriend is going to be dead in a matter of seconds by my own two hands. I'm not kidding.
I have come to the conclusion that he cheats and lies to her constantly, and she twists her mind into doing things to get back at him, then goes on like nothing happened. I agreed to go out with her one night, just to see what was going on in her head.
I was awed at how selfish and ignorant one could be. We went to a place that was rather busy and had a drink at the bar. She hit on the bartender immmediately and gave him her cell phone number. She started to flirt with guys standing next to us, saying how she needed a nice long "[edited]". One of the guys turned to me and started some small talk. In two minutes, she was in between us, propositioning him. She took him to the bathroom. I was so embarrassed. The other guy talked to me for a little bit. They came out of the bathroom, her hair all messed up. She comes right over and starts propositioning his friend, standing with her back to me. Her cell rings and it's "Mr. Winner", the handsome idiot player. She talks like a three year old into the phone to him. She hangs up and goes right back in with this other guy! I announce that I have to go, and she turns around and says, "don't you dare". I was like, what? I just got my things together and said, I'm going now, thank you. As I walked out, she says, "Don't you walk away from me! You'll be sorry, you bitch!"
What the hell, Lady?
It gets better. I come home from shopping and the "idiot" is at my house with this freak. He's outside bothering my husband who's doing yardwork, and she's sitting in MY kitchen, smug as a bug. I walk past her, setting things down on the counter. She says "we have to talk" in a psycho voice. I'm like, talk about what? She says, "you walked away, and now you will pay". I just say what the hell is wrong with you, get a grip! Grow up! She comes back with," Oh yea? When I'm [edited] your husband, you think he says that to me? And I'm gonna [edited] your husband.Count on it. Payback, you bitch."
I freak out and scream at her to get out, get out of my house. The men come running and say, "what's up, what's wrong?" and the little [edited] says, "I don't know, she just went psycho or something. Is there something wrong with her?" I freak out and yell at my husband, get them out, get them out of our house! He tells them to please go and she gives me a smile as they go out the door.
I tell my husband what's up. He says don't worry. I tell him you can't see that guy anymore. He says I have to, I work with him. I just went silent. We have a rift right now over this.
This little freak and her idiot guy are calling my husband on his cell all the time now. I want to smack the guy, but I also want to KILL her. I have never had a homicidal feeling before. This is serious. I have a family history of violence and this is the first time this feeling has come up in me. I mean I think I really have the urge to hurt someone violently.
Got any advice, Lady L?
Louise, soon to whack some bitch.
Ah, welcome to the neighborhood. Stay cool, Louise, she's getting to you. Tell hubby to get some cajones and end his friendship with the player. These people just need someplace to park a LOT of baggage. Steer clear, forever. End of story.
My analysis is pretty predictable. She's in denial and acting out. She is in love with a male slut, and is in severe turmoil about where to place the blame. He knows he's got her on a chain, this is what keeps her going. If he wasn't a slut, she wouldn't even like him. His looks would give way to his "unchallenging" or boring behavior, and she would find a new jerk to be posessive about.
He's just a dog licking his balls because he can. Like a pretty girl addicted to attention and seduction, he's a pretty boy doing the same. Doesn't sound like they're going to achieve any major accomplishments in this lifetime.
Your family background may be a line of passive aggressives. You bottle it up and one day it comes out. You probably haven't been intensely shaken into this state before. A good boxing class should take care of this. Or get those home foam boxing things and play with your husband. Let your anger out on your husband during this play, and he'll soon dump the work guy, believe me. If you feel this feeling again, get some help, Louise.
I have a problem. I don't need your book, I need a gun. I have been simmering in a rage about my marriage. My husband has befriended this guy from work who is a real "piece of work". I have told my husband many times that I know of his sort. He is a liar, a cheater and an idiot. He is handsome, and just can't grow up. He's sucking my husband into all sorts of "fun" that I can see will lead to nothing but misery. I know my husband loves me, but I can see the lights of a freight train coming down the tracks toward our marriage.
That's not the only problem. His possesive and thoroughly psycho girlfriend is going to be dead in a matter of seconds by my own two hands. I'm not kidding.
I have come to the conclusion that he cheats and lies to her constantly, and she twists her mind into doing things to get back at him, then goes on like nothing happened. I agreed to go out with her one night, just to see what was going on in her head.
I was awed at how selfish and ignorant one could be. We went to a place that was rather busy and had a drink at the bar. She hit on the bartender immmediately and gave him her cell phone number. She started to flirt with guys standing next to us, saying how she needed a nice long "[edited]". One of the guys turned to me and started some small talk. In two minutes, she was in between us, propositioning him. She took him to the bathroom. I was so embarrassed. The other guy talked to me for a little bit. They came out of the bathroom, her hair all messed up. She comes right over and starts propositioning his friend, standing with her back to me. Her cell rings and it's "Mr. Winner", the handsome idiot player. She talks like a three year old into the phone to him. She hangs up and goes right back in with this other guy! I announce that I have to go, and she turns around and says, "don't you dare". I was like, what? I just got my things together and said, I'm going now, thank you. As I walked out, she says, "Don't you walk away from me! You'll be sorry, you bitch!"
What the hell, Lady?
It gets better. I come home from shopping and the "idiot" is at my house with this freak. He's outside bothering my husband who's doing yardwork, and she's sitting in MY kitchen, smug as a bug. I walk past her, setting things down on the counter. She says "we have to talk" in a psycho voice. I'm like, talk about what? She says, "you walked away, and now you will pay". I just say what the hell is wrong with you, get a grip! Grow up! She comes back with," Oh yea? When I'm [edited] your husband, you think he says that to me? And I'm gonna [edited] your husband.Count on it. Payback, you bitch."
I freak out and scream at her to get out, get out of my house. The men come running and say, "what's up, what's wrong?" and the little [edited] says, "I don't know, she just went psycho or something. Is there something wrong with her?" I freak out and yell at my husband, get them out, get them out of our house! He tells them to please go and she gives me a smile as they go out the door.
I tell my husband what's up. He says don't worry. I tell him you can't see that guy anymore. He says I have to, I work with him. I just went silent. We have a rift right now over this.
This little freak and her idiot guy are calling my husband on his cell all the time now. I want to smack the guy, but I also want to KILL her. I have never had a homicidal feeling before. This is serious. I have a family history of violence and this is the first time this feeling has come up in me. I mean I think I really have the urge to hurt someone violently.
Got any advice, Lady L?
Louise, soon to whack some bitch.
Ah, welcome to the neighborhood. Stay cool, Louise, she's getting to you. Tell hubby to get some cajones and end his friendship with the player. These people just need someplace to park a LOT of baggage. Steer clear, forever. End of story.
My analysis is pretty predictable. She's in denial and acting out. She is in love with a male slut, and is in severe turmoil about where to place the blame. He knows he's got her on a chain, this is what keeps her going. If he wasn't a slut, she wouldn't even like him. His looks would give way to his "unchallenging" or boring behavior, and she would find a new jerk to be posessive about.
He's just a dog licking his balls because he can. Like a pretty girl addicted to attention and seduction, he's a pretty boy doing the same. Doesn't sound like they're going to achieve any major accomplishments in this lifetime.
Your family background may be a line of passive aggressives. You bottle it up and one day it comes out. You probably haven't been intensely shaken into this state before. A good boxing class should take care of this. Or get those home foam boxing things and play with your husband. Let your anger out on your husband during this play, and he'll soon dump the work guy, believe me. If you feel this feeling again, get some help, Louise.
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